1. What can I say and no blame on fate
When I lost you like the eye lost its sight

2. And separation scattered a unity that joined us
So the eye combines tears and sleeplessness

3. And I visited you while the state testifies
A dove in the shade of a pine tree

4. And I restrained the crookedness of my desire
Until no human remained nor trace

5. They blocked the gaps with Indian ivory
Protecting the whites of soft and tender eyes

6. And they marched the horses and the bloom of death flourished
And it resided, so life was in the chest

7. And its task is hurling space endlessly
With the proud belt of clouds confined

8. The path is blocked, so will an apparition inform me
Of whom I loved with what I desire of news

9. How is solace when my soul is divided
Some for me and the rest for my life

10. A brother who sought glory in youth so came
Like untainted water not muddied by hands

11. And attained what he wished of glory and generosity
Pleasure weakened in the prime of life

12. Clarity as though splitting the pocket of the cloud surrounding him
A being as the epoch blew with magic

13. And chastity the youth could not reach or defile
What is there for youth against Abu Hafs or defilement

14. He twists the pen with what his fingers wrote
And the soul and inspiration praised in succession

15. And healed this and forgave that as
The hand of clouds healed the garden with flowers

16. The mature cast reins of wisdom in his hands
And wisdom is not limited to old age

17. My longing for you Abu Hafs renews
With the renewal of the first frost and rain

18. I complained of long nights after your separation
While with you I complained of their brevity

19. As for my heart, longing took it
To you but the torment of separation did not subside

20. How much comfort I had there in seeing you
Had the sudden journey not ruined its serenity

21. And how many mornings and evenings we spent happily
At the two rocks, to the pine and the river

22. And at Basila, its terrain poured down rain
I made a pact there to remember it

23. And the peak of Al-Jour pond wore
Its banks adorned with ink for us

24. And flowers circled it narrating
Intertwined flowers on the moon

25. And birds calling from every side
As though singing to a melody and strings

26. Listening and yearning constantly enraptured
Flowing into the soul through hearing and sight

27. And a night at the Tunisian pond for us
Shining with jewels upon jewels

28. Everyone sheltered in his night
The heart wavering between understanding and thought

29. Reciting when his intention purely for God
The light of those verses and chapters appears

30. No creation more decisive than him though armed
With two shields between hope of success and caution

31. And I stood humbly in that courtyard
Reaping fruits of piety from observing

32. And worries departed me, troubled only
By a weeping voice or apologetic tone

33. My longing for a band in which I knew them
Their qualities fixed in the end of bands

34. Fires of sorrow blaze in their ribs
So sparks fly from tears of passion

35. No good is in life for me after their separation
While the garden needs no rain for me

36. For my heart does not lack in remembering them
A stab of pine or prick of needles

37. And their beauty though remote left its
Impact, Abu Ali, even from afar

38. I prolonged describing his virtues
And he is truly beyond summary

39. And I was not content with separation from him
But content with God's decree and fate